Art teachers are better than you think

Gerard;
We stood there just looking in to each others eyes, i can feel someting radiating off him. i'm not sure on what emotion it is, but its strong enough that i can feel it. his eyes are just captivating, the beautiful pools of browns and greens, the deep hazel tone thats there and the light thats beaming through them i could stare forever and let them take me on all sorts of journeys.

"i'll guess that i will see you at lunch then Frank?" my voice croaking at the beginning and i dont sound to sure of myself when i direct the question. i'm sure this was going to start looking strange to those passing by my room, i needed to break this connetion we have made in such a short space of time. whatever this is it must stop, before i lose all self control. this isnt good to either of us what ever "this" is. i need to be the adult here, for our sakes. this situation i must not let it get out of the confindes of this school, no more than a professional relationship between the two of us. no more than a teacher student relationship.
apparently i can assume he felt the same because he lowered his gaze to his shoes and scuffed them a bit at the front, before he gave a very small od to my response and turning around and walking off to his next lesson i can assume. i watched him leave before closing my door hurridly, and spinning my self so that my back was against the wall directly next to the door and sliding down it and bringing my knees up to my chest and dropping my face into my hands. coffee maybe coffee and a smoke will help. seeing as i dont have a lesson this period i may aswell take the opportunity to gather myself before my next class, and that will include a coffee and a smoke.
Unfortunately I didn't remember that my next class after my free was a double lesson with Franks class. I let the thought wash over me and try yet again to remind myself that nothing must happen between us. Although I can't help but wonder what he might be like outside of the school grounds, how is hand may feel in my own. Apparently these feelings did not want to subside for the sake of my mental stability this time round and I find myself opening the classroom door and looking down the slope at all the scruffily dressed teenagers in front of me. Jesus.
"Right!" I'm pretty much shouting down the line of kids but I manage to get their attention "sort yourselves out! You look atrocious!" They all seemed to be following my orders of lengthening skirt and sort out ties. I continue to inspect them as they enter the classroom and just like before Frank is last. Which undoubtedly means my eyes linger on him longer than I want them to.
The class is full of teenage kids muttering to each other as they work and I'm sat at the front of the class at my desk going through emails from other teachers about students when 1 particular one catches my eye
Subject: Frank Iero.
As most of you are aware Frank's home life hasn't been the best since the passing of his grandparents. Recently however Frank has been more and more withdrawn throughout lessons, if any of you have a bond with him, please ask him about it and ensure that he is okay and that everything at home is fine.
Anything that seems wrong or suspicious please in form Franks head of year and the head of these circumstances.
I understand that this may be upsetting for him, and that he may not wish to talk about anything. Please remember to be friendly and understanding towards him.
Thank you for taking the time to read this email.
My heart sank after reading that email. I will have to talk to him, I can not let him be hurt in anyway. I don't know him much or at all but I hope he trusts me enough to open up.
The remainder of the lesson I spent worrying about the worst of circumstances Frank must have at home but pressuring him into talking won't help, but I don't want him thinking it's fake teacher sympathy either.
I don't like the feelings this has conjured up inside me. It's like butterflies throwing up slugs in your stomach it's vile. I can get through the remainder of these lessons before he returns here for lunch.

Notes

you may find the next few chapters triggering, so my apologies in advance.

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